Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.